Hong Kong variety show: I can boost loyalty, the most generous boss.

Chapter 148, Section 147: Attacked on the street, and you call this guy a businessman?

Giant Empire Group.

After discussing the company restructuring, Yang Jun dismissed the presidents and asked Ruan Mei to go out and pour a cup of coffee.

When Ruan Mei saw Ahua come in, she knew that the two of them were probably talking about something confidential, and it was not convenient for her to be present, so she went outside to wait.

"Ahua, have you sent anyone to London? John's matter needs to be resolved as soon as possible."

After the company was restructured, Leung Wing-ki took charge of Swire Group. However, with John, a troublemaker who owned 35% of the shares, he became a stumbling block for Yang Jun to control Swire Group.

In short, Swire Group cannot tolerate such a large shareholder, and the veto power must be removed!
"Boss, I've already sent Brother Wang Jianjun to London."

Yang Jun nodded, feeling more at ease letting them do the work, as it was a good fit for their expertise, which was to do the dirty work.

"And has Tony returned?"

Tony went to the Middle East to find arms clients, and he was gone for several months at a time. If it weren't for Ah Zha being in Hong Kong, Yang Jun would have thought that the two Tony brothers had run away with the money.

"You're back. Tony wants to see you and give you a personal report."

"Okay, I'm going to the movie company later, you can have him get in the car with me!"

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he took the elevator downstairs, intending to take the convoy to the film company.

When Yang Jungang walked out of the company, he keenly sensed that someone was watching him.

"Ahua, send someone to check on that car. What's the situation?"

Yang Jun saw a brown van parked in front of the company. Although reporters often staked out the area, he still sent someone over to check it out for safety reasons.
Yang Jun got into the car, glanced at the van, and didn't think much of it.

Ahua walked out with two bodyguards, pretending to be security guards on the first floor of the company.

"Hey, who are you? Parking is not allowed here!"

The car window rolled down, and a young white man smiled and apologized apologetically.

"Sorry, I'm a reporter. I'll leave now!"

The van then started up and drove off in the opposite direction of Yang Dong's convoy.

The bodyguard behind Ahua breathed a sigh of relief. The van was heading in the opposite direction, so there shouldn't be any problems!

"Brother Hua, it was just a reporter. It was a false alarm!"

Ahua, however, had a cold look in his eyes and said something.

"That's not necessarily true. Reporters usually don't have tattoos, and they won't leave as soon as they see us."

Ahua has met many reporters, most of whom are very stubborn and persistent, staking out locations and not going to leave so easily. The foreigner just now was most likely not a reporter.

"Let's go, catch up with Brother Jun's convoy right away!"

In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, Yang Jun met Tony, who had returned from the Middle East, and said with a smile:

"Tony, Tiger, you two are even darker now! Anyone who didn't know better would think you went to Africa instead of the Middle East!"

Tony and Ah Hu were originally from southern Vietnam and were dark-skinned. After their trip to the Middle East, they became almost as dark as charcoal.

Seeing that Yang Jun was so easy to talk to, Ah Hu chimed in:
"Mr. Yang, the Middle East is all desert, we're dying of heat, and there are no girls. The girls there all wear headscarves and are completely covered in black robes. It's suffocating, damn it!"

"In short, the Middle East is a godforsaken place, nowhere near as good as Hong Kong!"

Ah Hu complained bitterly, saying that he had never left Hong Kong and therefore did not know how good Hong Kong was!
Tony glanced coldly at Ah Hu and cursed angrily:
"Ah Hu, don't talk nonsense in front of Mr. Yang."

Yang Jun waved his hand to indicate that it was alright, and asked Tony:
"Tony, did you guys get anything this time?"

Yang Jun values ​​the result most. If he comes away empty-handed, the Tony brothers will lose their qualification to sell arms and become ordinary regional bosses in Lian Sheng, earning a few million a year.

Tony nodded and said to Yang Jun:
“Mr. Yang, I know two rebel leaders in the Middle East who are willing to buy our weapons for eight million US dollars and ten million US dollars respectively.”

Not bad. There are many warlords in the Middle East, and Tony is quite capable to have managed to attract two customers!

As for the major warlords and Middle Eastern countries, they all do business with arms-producing powers like the United States and Russia. Yang Jun is lucky if he can get a share of the profits. He can only try his hand at dealing with the smaller warlords that the United States and Russia don't even consider.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as people buy Yang Jun's goods and word of mouth spreads, business will naturally get better and better.

"Well done! You closed an 18 million dollar deal on your first try!"

"Thank you for your hard work! This HK$50 is a reward for your efforts."

"Once the other party's deposit and final payment are received, I will transfer all my commission to you. Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly!"

Yang Jun patted Tony on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Tony was taken aback. The customer hadn't even paid a deposit yet, and the boss was already giving him a 50 yuan "service fee"—this was a sign of trust in him!
Tony was ostracized by the people of Hong Kong because of his identity, and this was the first time someone had respected him like this.

"Boss, thank you!"

"Loyalty +5" * 2
Tony and Ah Hu's loyalty has both increased. Ah Hu's loyalty has reached 88. In Ah Hu's heart, boss Yang Jun is the second kindest person to him after his two older brothers. He is a good person!
Just then, Ahua called.

Yang Jun took the mobile phone from Da Dong and asked Ahua:

"Ahua, what's wrong?"

"Boss, something's not right. There was a foreigner in the van just now. He claimed to be a reporter, but I'm sure he's not!"

Ahua sounded a little anxious because he felt that his boss was being watched.

"I understand, that's all for now!"

Yang Jun hung up the phone and said to Da Dong:
"Da Dong, check if anyone is following us?"

Traffic is flowing on Nathan Road now, and there are so many cars on the road that it's impossible to tell if any vehicles are following you.

About 20 meters behind Yang Jun's car, two minivans were following closely behind.

Lucas's mercenary squad was following Yang Jun's vehicle. Lucas took out a photo of Yang Jun and asked a guy named Bauer:
"Bauer, are you sure the target is in the convoy ahead?"

Bauer, the man who had impersonated a reporter, said smugly:

"Boss, I can't be mistaken, even though all Asians look pretty much the same!"

"But this Yang Jun is kind of handsome, only a tiny bit less so than me, and he's quite recognizable!"

Bauer's shamelessness caused everyone to burst into laughter. Lucas glanced at Yang Jun's appearance and found that the guy was indeed quite handsome, even more handsome than the Chinese stars he had seen in Hollywood.

That way, you won't make a mistake, the target will be easily identifiable, and it will save you a lot of trouble!

They white people are face-blind when they see Asians; they can't tell who's who. Once, during a mission in an island nation, they were supposed to kill a Japanese person, but they killed the wrong one—a South Korean! This really angered the client!
"They spotted us and gave chase!"

"Chase after them, don't lose them!"

Lucas noticed that the convoy ahead suddenly accelerated. With his experience, he immediately realized that he had been discovered. Once the tracking was detected, there was no need to hide anymore.

There were originally two cars between the two convoys, but now Lucas dropped the pretense and laid his cards on the table: "I'm here to follow you." Lucas's two vans suddenly accelerated, overtaking the two cars that were driving normally, prompting several drivers to hurl insults.

"Damn! Do you even know how to drive?!"

"Driving so fast, are you rushing to be reincarnated?"

"Damn it! Those two minivans are so rude!"

Two vans were in hot pursuit on Nathan Road. Lucas and his men took out their weapons from their bags, all of them AK47 assault rifles. They were only dealing with Hong Kong triad bosses, so AK47 assault rifles were more than enough.

"Boss, this guy has way too many bodyguards! At least 20 or so. Is this kid too afraid of dying?"

"Actually, the other party's cars are all Mercedes-Benz W14s, even his bodyguards ride in Mercedes-Benz W14s. This kid is very rich!"

When Bauer saw that the other side had seven Mercedes-Benz W7s, he could tell from the number of vehicles that there were at least 20, maybe even more than 30, bodyguards in those seven vehicles. This was more than the number of warlords they had assassinated before.

Lucas was speechless, and chuckled sarcastically:

"No matter how many ants there are, you can still crush them with one step. They're just a flock of sheep!"

For Lucas and his group, they fought life-or-death battles on the battlefield every day, and their combat experience and skills far surpassed those of these so-called bodyguards.

The bodyguards in Hong Kong are utter trash. They might be okay against some blackboards, but if they run into their professional mercenaries, they're just unlucky!

"Boss, they've started turning onto the side streets!"

Lucas looked closely and saw that the convoy ahead had turned onto a secluded side road and was speeding away!

"Chase after them, and make your move today!"

Lucas was overjoyed. There were too many cars on the road earlier, making it unsuitable for them to make their move. But the other party had taken the initiative to run to a secluded side road. It was like heaven was helping him!

The two convoys, about 10 meters apart, began to chase each other on a secluded road.

"Hit me!"

The two vans behind opened their windows, and two foreigners stuck their heads out and aimed their AK47 assault rifles at the last van in Yang Jun's convoy, a Mercedes-Benz.

Da da da da da da
Two foreigners, one in black and one in white, were shooting at the Tiger Head Mercedes, trying to force the convoy in front to stop!
clang clang clang.
Bullets struck the vehicle, sending sparks flying, but the Mercedes-Benz in front didn't stop at all; instead, it widened the distance between itself and the mercenaries' vehicle.

Because of the shooting, the mercenaries' two vehicles slowed down, resulting in the two sides being too far apart.

"Damn it! They're armored vehicles, we can't penetrate them!"

"Bauer shouted, reporting to Lucas,"

Lucas was speechless. Just how afraid of death was this kid? Having so many bodyguards was one thing, but the vehicle he was riding in was an armored car.

Are all Hong Kong's tycoons this extravagant? Acting more glamorous than the Governor?
None of the minor warlords they assassinated before had armored vehicles, so things are getting a bit complicated now!

"Shoot the tires, nigger, what are you doing holding the gun above your head?"

Michael, a black member of the mercenary group, hummed a tune as he raised his gun above his head and fired at the Tiger Head Ben in front of him.

Da da da da da da
Black people know how to look cool; raising a gun above their head is a symbol of faith!

Because of the distance and Michael's lack of aim, all the bullets grazed the vehicle, making him a master of missing the target!
Michael turned his head with a displeased expression and angrily said to Lucas:

"Lucas, are you going to be racist? I'll spank your ass!"

Lucas was speechless. Why did the company hire these black people? It was one thing if they had mental problems, but they also discriminated against people all the time.

"NO~ We're on a mission, you need to follow orders and shoot at their tires!"

These black people are too difficult to deal with; it's gang-like behavior, and they have no right to be mercenaries.

This time, Michael and the other three team members leaned out of the window and continued firing at the Tiger Head Ben.

bang~
Michael shuddered, a bloody hole appeared on his face, and his eyes widened in disbelief!

Lucas dragged Michael in and found that Michael had been shot in the face and was no longer breathing.

In contrast, seven Mercedes-Benz cars had stopped ahead, protecting a Rolls-Royce in the middle.

The bodyguards in suits pulled out MP5 submachine guns and M16 assault rifles, got out of the car, and used the car as cover to fire at Lucas's mercenary squad.

"Fuck! How do they have all this weaponry?"

Lucas was dumbfounded. Hong Kong was supposed to have strict gun control, and they had gone to great lengths to bring in AK47 assault rifles. Yet these bodyguards were carrying submachine guns and M16s.

Are Hong Kong's triads really this fierce?

"Take cover and fight back!"

Lucas shouted, reacting quickly. He hid inside the car, not daring to look up. The enemy's firepower was too intense, and they outnumbered them.

"Boss, their firepower is too strong. We've lost two of our men."

Lucas saw two men lying on the ground, both comrades he had fought alongside for years, and shouted angrily:

"Fuck! That damn Adam, he didn't investigate properly at all!"

Lucas was furious. When he accepted the task, Adam only said that he was a Hong Kong triad boss and a wealthy Hong Kong man!
The information didn't mention at all that the car opposite them was armored, that they used weaponry more advanced than mercenaries, and that their bodyguards were highly trained and not ordinary people.

Seeing Yang Jun's bodyguards using the bulletproof car as cover to rout his side, Lucas thought that if things continued like this, let alone assassinating the enemy, even escaping from here would be difficult!

Lucas rushed out of the car, took out a grenade from his body, pulled the pin, and threw it forcefully in Yang Jun's direction.

Rumble.
With a loud bang, two bodyguards were injured.

Tony and Tiger were both firing submachine guns, shouting and yelling. They were very brave in the fight, and they had each just taken down a mercenary.

"Protect the boss!"

Yang Jun shoved Da Dong aside, took an M16 assault rifle from Da Dong's hand, and shouted loudly:

"The boss doesn't need your protection; the boss will fight alongside you!"

"Kill~"

Yang Jun felt a pang of heartache when he saw the two bodyguards lying on the ground. These were his brothers who had been with him day and night, and now they lay on the ground, their fates unknown.

These foreigners on the other side are definitely not ordinary people; they managed to injure two of us despite being at a significant disadvantage in equipment.

These people are very likely professionally trained mercenaries. Damn it, who sent mercenaries to hunt me down?

Yang Jun's marksmanship was extremely accurate. He glanced up, pulled the trigger, and one of the enemy mercenaries was shot in the head, screamed, and fell to the ground dead.

"These bastards are wearing bulletproof vests too, try to shoot them in the head!"

These mercenaries also wore bulletproof vests, so shots to the body wouldn't cause fatal wounds; only a shot to the head could kill them instantly.

(End of this chapter)